Awakened Zelenin

Part 4


Zelenin walked through the Red Sprite's corridors, her head too crowded to pay much attention to the people around her. The mission hadn't fallen apart yet, but she had a nagging sense it was only a matter of time. The Monitor Team whispered darkly about the Strike Team going native, Engineering complained constantly about the people at Lab draining way too much power, some of the medical staff became ever nervier the more demons they had to treat and, all in all, it was a wonder there hadn't been any fistfights yet. Still, the crewmembers of the Red Sprite were professionals and so there was still a slim chance everybody managed to keep it together long enough to complete the mission. If only it hadn't been for Jimenez.

Really, what had he been thinking, fusing himself with one of his own demons? It had been a stupid, reckless thing to do, without any regard for the consequences to himself or the whole of the mission. So now a possibly half-human, possibly wholly demonic... being... was part of the crew. Zelenin could practically hear the arguments already. Some of the crew would have wanted him confined or maybe exiled into the Schwarzwelt if not killed outright. Other would argue that Jimenez hadn't changed that much, regardless of appearance, and could be trusted. It would only serve to fracture the crew even further.

And the really wretched thing was that Zelenin didn't really know which side she ought to take. Yes, Jimenez had become a demon, whether wholly or partially, and so should be treated with caution, but part of her couldn't help but feel that he didn't deserve to be punished either. As impulsive as his decision to fuse himself with Bugaboo had been, Zelenin could sort of understand his decision. After all, Jimenez had become quite attached to the creature and, understandably, hadn't wanted him to die. Perhaps he'd thought that sacrificing part of his humanity would've been a small price to pay to save his demonic friend's life. Zelenin couldn't help but wonder what she would've done if she'd been in his place and had been forced to watch Pixie or Hathor or even Succubus slowly die right before her eyes. Would she have valued their lives less than her own humanity? It wasn't an easy call to make. Not any more, at least.

It was in this frame of mind that Zelenin returned to her quarters and that, perhaps, was why she wasn't very surprised to find a demon there. Then again, perhaps she wouldn't've been surprised in any other frame of mind either. The Schwarzwelt had taught her to never be surprised by anything for too long.

The demon was sitting in her quarter's lone chair. She looked astonishingly human, provided one didn't look too closely at her hands or feet, and her black hair had been elegantly slicked back. A large, brown snake hung around her neck and down her body like a feather boa and there were small patches of grey on her skin that might have been tattoos and might have been scales. And she was naked. But the strange thing, or at least, the strange thing for a demon inside Zelenin's quarters, wasn't that she didn't present her nudity in a seductive way. Nor did she seem to be even remotely embarrassed by it. She was naked simply because she wasn't wearing any clothes.

"Ah, there you are," the demonic woman said. "I've been waiting for you."

"Yes, I suppose you would have been," said Zelenin, closing the door to her quarters and leaning against the metal wall. "May I ask who you are?"

"Lilith," the demon replied. "I wanted to talk to you, if you have the time."

"Just talk?" Zelenin asked.

Lilith smiled. "Perhaps not. In any case, I wanted to tell you a little about us. I feel like you have a right to know."

"'Us' being... who, exactly? The demons of the Schwarzwelt?"

"Sadly not," Lilith said. "Merely a faction of demons with a common interest."

"Which is?" Zelenin asked.

"I think you can make a reasonable guess," Lilith said.

"Sex," Zelenin said.

"Exactly," Lilith said. "Sex is the great uniter. It allows a goddess of light to become friendly with a creature from the dark. It can draw a playful, unconcerned little fairy into politics. And it can erode a human's revulsion towards demons."

"In here, perhaps," Zelenin conceded. "But not in the real world."

"Yes, that is a tragedy, isn't it? Differences are resolved by talking and if not by talking, then by screaming. And if not by screaming, then by fighting. Tensions build and build and build and the result is some futile war yet again. Wouldn't the world be a better place if people were more willing to ease all that tension by fucking? Having a satisfying orgasm always puts people in a better mood, doesn't it?"

"That would be short term solution at best. The world's too complicated."

"True," Lilith said, "but forces are at work to simplify matters."

"The Schwarzwelt," Zelenin said.

"Exactly," Lilith said. "I don't know how much you know, so I'll just tell you. The purpose of the Schwarzwelt is to revert the world to a simpler time, demons and humans and old gods all living together."

"And this 'Mem Aleph' is at the heart of it, yes?" Zelenin said.

"You know that, do you? Yes, she is," Lilith said. "And while I agree with her plan in theory, I, as well as certain others, have a few objections to her scheme. For one thing, it wouldn't work. Not forever. The world already was a violent, primal place once until the humans cast the demons out and started walking down their own self-destructive road. There's no guarantee humanity won't overcome them a second time. Not to mention that there are better uses for my time than fighting all my competitors," she added, smiling faintly.

"So what do you propose?" Zelenin asked, feeling she already knew the answer.

"You already know," Lilith said. "But, if you insist on hearing it. Me and mine desire Mem Aleph's free, unrestrained world, but one where violent impulses are, at best, a distant second to dominant, lustful desires. Humans and demons together, yes, but not fighting, not struggling for survival, simply living together in harmonious bliss."

"Mastema tells me the only way to achieve a world in harmony is to follow the Lord," Zelenin said.

Lilith's expression clouded for a moment and her eyes burned with hatred. "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" she said, her voice suddenly cold. "He has no free will of his own. He's nothing but a tool for the Enemy. Everything he says and does is designed to lead humanity into bondage. And I'm not talking about the fun kind," she added, her voice brightening a little.

"He would still be right," Zelenin insisted. "A world guided by the Holy Spirit would be more peaceful than what you propose."

"True," said Lilith. "A deathless humanity sitting on its knees for all eternity, doing nothing but mindlessly heaping praise and worship onto the Enemy would be peaceful. But do you honestly believe such an existence would be better than the joyous freedom I offer?"

Zelenin hesitated. Once upon a time she probably would've answered 'yes' to that question, even if it was only to disagree with the demon asking it. But things had changed since then. She'd changed. A united, peaceful humanity was still a worthy goal, but... perhaps there were some sacrifices that were too great. Lilith's world of lust might not be ideal, but at least life in such a world would still be worth living.

"I suppose... I suppose your way would be better," Zelenin agreed, looking away.

"I was hoping you would say that," said Lilith. "For you see, I was hoping you would join us."

"Meaning what, exactly?" Zelenin asked sharply.

"I have no intention of turning you into a demon, if that's what you're worried about," Lilith said. "What I simply want from you is to make our case before Mem Aleph. That's all."

"And you think she'll listen to me?"

"I think so," Lilith said. "Mem Aleph is far too angry right now to listen to us, but if a human came before her... a human with a freed soul and a heart opened to demons... well, I have little doubt her rage can be soothed."

"And humanity will be saved?"

Lilith nodded. "Most of it. You have my word."

"Very well," Zelenin said. "I'll help you."

Lilith smiled. "You have no idea how much that means to me," she said.

Lilith stood up. The brown snake around her neck slithered down onto the floor and under Zelenin's bed, inadvertently revealing the woman's naked body. Zelenin tried to not stare, then wondered if someone with Lilith's morals would be insulted if she didn't stare.

"I wonder if I might offer you a token of my appreciation," Lilith said when she'd reached her.

Zelenin turned to look the first woman into her nearly human eyes and tried not to look down at her bare breasts nearly pressing against her uniform. Lilith's eyes twinkled mischievously.

"I would like that," Zelenin said.

"Then allow me to release you from the first sin," Lilith said, and kissed her.

Zelenin found herself pressed firmly against the wall, Lilith's body against her unfortunately uniformed own. She idly wondered what 'release from the first sin' meant, but didn't worry too much about it since the demon's lips took up most of her attention. Lilith's kiss was eager, almost urgent, and filled with a passion that awakened Zelenin's own. The blonde scientist embraced the dark-haired demon and pulled her closer still, parting her lips just enough to allow the first woman's tongue to slip into her mouth.

As their lips played and their tongues danced, Zelenin found herself becoming warmer and warmer until she could no longer stand to wear her uniform. Unfortunately, however, taking it off would mean not feeling Lilith's body against her own. The desire to feel Lilith naked body with her bare skin struggled with the desire to keep kissing the first woman to no real avail. Zelenin deeply enjoyed the arousal growing inside of her, constantly fueled by Lilith's eagerness, and couldn't bear to feel it fade for even a moment. Perhaps when her body screamed for a satisfaction greater than what a kiss could give would she be able to push the first woman away long enough to strip out of her troublesome uniform.

Or perhaps she'd simply needed to wait for Lilith to take action. Zelenin managed to hold back an almost disappointed whimper when the first woman withdrew. When she saw the dark arousal in her eyes, it took for more not to gasp with anticipation. Lilith began undressing her with surprising efficiency. Or perhaps not so suprising. If Lilith and her faction truly practised what they preached (and Zelenin had little reason to doubt that), then it would only be natural for her to be skilled at taking off other people's clothes.

Within moments, Zelenin was completely, comfortably naked, her last garment thrown incautiously into some dark corner of her quarters. A mere fraction after that she found herself in Lilith's embrace, their lips once again locked together. Zelenin embraced Lilith in turn and tried to pull her closer, even though that was impossible short of fusing together. With their exposed breasts rubbing against each other, bare legs entwined and tongues meeting once again, it would've been hard for any outside observer to tell the two women apart. For Zelenin the shared heat of their bodies and the friction of bare skin against skin only served to make her desire all the greater. In a way, it was funny. When she'd been clothed just a while ago she'd felt as though nudity would've eased her eagerness, yet now that she was naked, her eagerness for Lilith was only growing.

Lilith lost her balance, or perhaps only pretended to, and one confused moment later Zelenin found herself lying on the floor on top of the first woman. Zelenin found herself smiling at her. Lilith grinned and reached up to idly stroke her hair. Even though it did nothing to calm her arousal, the gesture was still curiously soothing. One reason for the fact that her arousal hadn't calmed was that Zelenin wouldn't let it. Acting in a way that was part conscious, part instinctual, the blonde scientist had begun grinding against Lilith's naked body, rubbing her bare breasts against heated skin and spreading her legs so that her pussy almost, but not quite, rubbed against the first woman's upper thigh. The stimulation her movements gave her was at once both subtle and urgent, barely felt and yet somehow making her acutely aware of just how horny she was.

Zelenin raised herself a little so that now her pussy was rubbing against the first woman's upper thigh. She gasped, soft pleasure slowly flowing into her body. She looked down at Lilith's grinning face, then down her pale and possibly tattood body to the glistening between her spread legs. A small smile tugged at Zelenin's lips. While she could probably bring herself to an orgasm simply by humping Lilith's leg, it would give the demon little pleasure. Or at least, less pleasure than if she ground against a different part of her body.

Zelenin got off Lilith and tried to reposition herself. She moved clumsily, sure of what she wanted to do, but not experienced enough to do it efficiently. Or at all. Fortunately, Lilith soon divined her intentions and before too long Zelenin found herself lying on the floor, her legs once again more or less entwined with the demon's. The metal floor was still cold and hard, but Zelenin didn't notice. Her whole attention was focused on the small gap between her pussy and Lilith's.

Zelenin moaned when she closed the gap between their bodies and the lustful noise was echoed by Lilith. Even if she had noticed the uncomfortableness of the floor, that sensation still would've been drowned out by the pleasure now flaring through her body. The feeling spread through her, burning and beautiful, and made all the brighter by Lilith's moans. Zelenin managed to open her eyes just enough to watch the first woman's face. Lilith seemed to be struggling to keep her dark, lustful eyes open, as though her body insisted that seeing anything right now was a pointless waste of senses that could best be devoted to enjoying her pleasure more fully. Her mouth was open in an attempt to draw deep breaths whenever her stimulated body didn't force another moan from her chest. It was a look of erotic beauty and Zelenin was almost certain it was mirrored on her own face since she shared the demon's pleasure.

But while their expressions were mostly the same, their movements weren't. Lilith's experienced body undulated confidently against Zelenin's, her pussy rubbing expertly against the blonde scientist's wetness. Zelenin, by contrast, moved hardly at all, mostly letting Lilith grind so beautifully against her. She did the best she could, however, moving her hips a touch awkwardly, but with conviction nevertheless. Part of her felt it was important to learn how to do this properly, if only to enhance the feelings of pleasure. She couldn't tell right now if learning would benefit herself or her partner and didn't care. Her pleasure was her partner's, and her partner's pleasure was her own.

Those vague notions of what she ought to do in future sexual encounters evaporated completely when, with one seeming inconsequential movement of her body, Lilith pressed her clit against Zelenin's. The blonde scientist screamed when she felt white hot pleasure surge through her like lightning. She felt control of her body slipping from her already tenuous grasp as the sudden spike of pleasure consumed her. The feeling danced across her every nerve, powerful and desperate. It seemed to Zelenin her clit was far too sensitive for Lilith to stroke with her own, yet she also felt that to experience anything less would be theft.

Even in her increasinlgly lust-addled state, it was obvious to Zelenin that Lilith, too, was no longer wholly in control of her own body. She no longer moved with the experienced, rhythmical ease she'd shown before, though she somehow managed to make sure their clits were pressed together. Her moans, too, had become ragged and desperate, though Zelenin only knew this because she could no longer tell the difference between her own moans and Lilith's. The erotic noise filled the room; a single, solid expression of the purest pleasure made from two wordless voices.

Moaning and shuddering helplessly, Zelenin yearned for an orgasm. The pleasure thundering through her was too hot, too intense for her body to sustain. As much as she wanted to hold on to the feeling, she also needed that purifying release. But she knew, on some basic, instinctive level, that she couldn't come just yet. Even if she could've forced herself to climax, she wouldn't have. It wouldn't have been right. So she endured the raging pleasure for reasons she couldn't quite understand and struggled against the yearning of her own body until at last the perfect moment arrived.

Moaning loudly and in perfect harmony, Zelenin and Lilith both came.

Human and demon.

United in lust.

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Bonus!

To all my loyal readers and anyone else who stumbled upon this, I bring you a Lilith bearing Salvation. I'll leave it up to you to decide whether this is ironic or not.

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(Just for clarification: that O in the first line is a capital letter O, not a zero.)